CLARE POV
"Are you fucking kidding me?!"
My voice ripped through the room like a whip, sharp and furious — but useless.
They didn't even flinch.
Blaze and Reed were at it again, fists flying, snarls filling the apartment like goddamn wild animals. I stood there, fists clenched at my sides, my head pounding with a mix of cramps, hunger, and raw, boiling frustration.
"You know what? Fight. Kill each other. I don't give a shit anymore!" I shouted at them, but they were too deep in their little alpha-vampire dick-measuring contest to even hear me.
Blood smeared across the floor.
Walls shook with every blow.
I was done. So fucking done.
"I hope you kill each other!" I screamed, not even bothering to see if they noticed as I stormed out.
My bare feet slapped against the cold wooden floor of the hallway. The overhead light buzzed loudly — and then flickered. Once. Twice.
I froze.
The corridor was quiet.
Too quiet.
